Post by River Gingko on May 26, 2020 23:13:48 GMT
River's sleep was invaded by the sunlight shining red through his eyelids. He blinked as he sat up, disoriented and his mind a little fuzzy. He was... where? Getting a look at his surroundings, River had to say he was impressed. A fast paced river flowed a few feet from him and beyond that was... Rome. He logically knew that was impossible, Rome hadn't looked like that in centuries, yet here it was.
Pushing himself to his feet he shook his head trying to clear it. There was something wrong with him. He felt a tugging in his stomach, an ache for... something far away. He knew he shouldn't be away from it, whatever it was, he should be with it. Rubbing his temples as he thought, River wondered how he had gotten here and a dread settled over him.
He had no idea.
His memory was empty, a blank slate waiting to be written upon. At the top of that slate the word, River. That must be his name, or a bad description of what he had just woken up to. His mind being this empty was strange. However, empty wasn't exactly right. He obviously knew what a river was, and Rome, even what Rome used to look like? So he knew the names of things and places, yet he had no idea who he was, where he was, or why he was here.
"Hello?" He called as he walked a little closer to the river. Behind him was nothing but a tunnel and he didn't think he wanted to go that way, so into Rome it was.
ACCALIA PHILLIPS
Pushing himself to his feet he shook his head trying to clear it. There was something wrong with him. He felt a tugging in his stomach, an ache for... something far away. He knew he shouldn't be away from it, whatever it was, he should be with it. Rubbing his temples as he thought, River wondered how he had gotten here and a dread settled over him.
He had no idea.
His memory was empty, a blank slate waiting to be written upon. At the top of that slate the word, River. That must be his name, or a bad description of what he had just woken up to. His mind being this empty was strange. However, empty wasn't exactly right. He obviously knew what a river was, and Rome, even what Rome used to look like? So he knew the names of things and places, yet he had no idea who he was, where he was, or why he was here.
"Hello?" He called as he walked a little closer to the river. Behind him was nothing but a tunnel and he didn't think he wanted to go that way, so into Rome it was.
ACCALIA PHILLIPS
